User blog comment:Princess of Mousetheives/Creatures of the East RPG/@comment-39940417-20191002225516/@comment-39940417-20191102011710

Still glowering, Greydeath made to draw her sword again. "You will not speak to me like that, insolent brat!"

Her paw was stopped by a gentle but insistent nudge from the mongoose who had escorted Wrackfur and Deathear to the tent. "Don't, Grey. I somehow doubt that Jargo would appreciate damaged goods."